What if I were a son?
Its been 26 years that this mother earth has known my existence. But don't know when this men dominated world would understand this.
Ever since I was 8, people have been getting upset about the fact that I don't have a brother, the one who would carry my parent's name ...one who would take over my family's business
...one who would take care of my parents when they get old... who would bring Lawrence to my family...one who would carry forward the family tree
..and in the end one who would perform the after death rituals to my parents and would help them see the doors of heaven at least.
Since the day I have had the sense to understand the difference between taunts and genuine concerns...I have realised, this men centric world think of me as nothing but a roti-maker humanbot(human+robot). Hadn't it been my parents to take care of me...these people would have drowned me in milk bucket immidiately after my birth.
But, the question still remains unanswered.... is being a son everything? What if a daughter did all the things that a son does...what if she is the angel that brings happiness to everyone's life...
I have been a son to my parents..I have cooked for them...I studied..and brought Lawrence to our family... I took care of them when they fell sick....I faught with others to give them the best comfort they deserve.....I did everything that people expect only a son can do...
But why can't I keep my parent's name after marriage....why can't I take care of them....why can't I carry the family tree...why can't I perform the rituals that a son would have...
I can fight now cuz I know my parents would back me up ...to give their fullest support...to think logically and practically...but what would I do when they aren't around...
Wish I were their son
No comments:
Post a Comment